A break of momentum
...remember how the past weeks have been totally hectic? Finally, there is a proper weekend for me to take a break and relax...
This is how things went since the last time I stopped by my blog...
Saturday night had been booking in early at around 10 to stand in for COS duty. Thats part of me keeping my promise to return Jieren a favour. And so there I was sitting in the comfort of the office, telling every single person who came to sign in the same thing. Then I took some initiative to push the tonner's timing. All in all, it was 1140 when I finally get to go back to my bunk. Yep. Some maggots just have to be late and somehow I pardoned them...hmm...extras will be for real the next time round!
Sunday was NDP rehearsal day. Yeah, it rained again as expected. And rain meant sleeping in the trooper compartment of my 40/50 for a good one hour. Imagine waking up at 5 and when rehearsal only starts at.....11?
Monday was supposed to be a halfday for us involved in NDP but instead we were down at jurong camp again for ye another round of rehearsal because 8 brigade commander was gonna be there. So...suck thumb and endure the lack of sleep again.
Tuesdays, guess what!?Is outfield, and it was a f**king hot day. I think I never sweat as much before. Yup, coverall is a killer especially when the weather is that unforgiving. There is only one way to describe myself. Even before outfield, I was shag-out. The feeling of sweat dripping from your face each time you look at the floor; droplets of sweat rolling down your neck as you look up........it simply sucks. It just feels uncomfortable. And that night, I didn't sleep, cos we were suppossed to move out at 0430 wed morning. We missed the no move time, thanks to attched elements who cock up the move out big time. Somehow, I was the only vehicle who had natural camo on. Not that I keh zua...but...I was just following instructions. Somehow the person who instructed me forgot about his own instructions I guess. Isn't it SOP to camo for outfield? Well...it turned out later that OC got one times gaolat gaolat because some vehicles were camo-ed while others not.
Well, on Wednesday, I felt like giving up the fight. It was plain cock. The higher HQ's instructions were screwed, the planning was screwed, the moveout itself was delayed by 1 hr 45 mins due to kelvin-knows-what reasons, the movement and fight was just...FUBAR. I don't know why... Maybe the SM-1 is slow by deafault. Maybe the SM-1s in our company cannot run fast...or maybe the tank PC don't like to chiong. Its a snowball effect. Imagine the first vehicle moving at some 20-30kmph? and the rest of the vehicles don't really open up their distance, and your are the last of 15 vehicles. Gosh. I guess the "aggressive movement" turned out to be some 15 kmph NDP rehearsal. And 2ic wanted us to practice gun-salute outfield...??????
I looked at the way 46 fought their ftx. And I saw the way we fight. Well, I doubt I should even call it a fight. Or maybe its just this outfield? Because in the previous exercises our battles were fought with great enthusiasm and bam bam booms. Haiz...when I went up to T32 alone, I was thinking....haiz...I don't care no more....if this is the way we gonna fight, I rather not.41 Bn Hq is...FUBAR. I guess I should call it..Ex Patience. We spent so much fucking time waiting for Kelvin-knows-what.
Well, thursday morning was Delay. Haiz...had I known that the 31 and 33 elements were happily sleeping, I should have joined in. I was actually desperately trying to keep myself awake from the TTR time. Try try try...haizx...for what man, in the end still kanna scolded also. Haiz.....I sleep also sleep standing at the cupola...wah....still got scolded for being bo ka lan. At least OC recognises the effort there.
So I fianally get to sleep until 1130 this morning. Actually, I woke up for a moment at 830 when an unknown alarm clock went off. I wonder which cockster set the alarm clock. For Fish??? Setting an alarm clock to wake me up???
And worst...after I managed to dash the alarm clock away, some maggots..well..actually they are damn damn smart maggots from NUS high school woke me up. Those maggots talked loudly, shouted, talked some rubbish about me, knock on my door for no reasons, opened my bedroom door and peeped in. Question here: For Fish?? Oi!! You smart KIDS, you know whats discipline, manners and respect!? Maggots
Spent the bulk of the day slacking around at home. Watched we don't live here anymore(finally) which is about modern day adultery and the crude realities of post marriage life. Was watching the vcd when rain tried talking to me on msn. When I realised it, she is gone already...haiz...hope she does not get the wrong idea that I bo ka lan her. ......how to......Spend a great deal of time planning my money management. Guess I gonna put part of my money in Unit trust and in an ocbc account already. The pay off is higher. DBS bank gives pathetic interest man.
Just got back from a nice dinner at glasshouse..yeah..fish and co is always so enjoyable...yum yum...
This is how things went since the last time I stopped by my blog...
Saturday night had been booking in early at around 10 to stand in for COS duty. Thats part of me keeping my promise to return Jieren a favour. And so there I was sitting in the comfort of the office, telling every single person who came to sign in the same thing. Then I took some initiative to push the tonner's timing. All in all, it was 1140 when I finally get to go back to my bunk. Yep. Some maggots just have to be late and somehow I pardoned them...hmm...extras will be for real the next time round!
Sunday was NDP rehearsal day. Yeah, it rained again as expected. And rain meant sleeping in the trooper compartment of my 40/50 for a good one hour. Imagine waking up at 5 and when rehearsal only starts at.....11?
Monday was supposed to be a halfday for us involved in NDP but instead we were down at jurong camp again for ye another round of rehearsal because 8 brigade commander was gonna be there. So...suck thumb and endure the lack of sleep again.
Tuesdays, guess what!?Is outfield, and it was a f**king hot day. I think I never sweat as much before. Yup, coverall is a killer especially when the weather is that unforgiving. There is only one way to describe myself. Even before outfield, I was shag-out. The feeling of sweat dripping from your face each time you look at the floor; droplets of sweat rolling down your neck as you look up........it simply sucks. It just feels uncomfortable. And that night, I didn't sleep, cos we were suppossed to move out at 0430 wed morning. We missed the no move time, thanks to attched elements who cock up the move out big time. Somehow, I was the only vehicle who had natural camo on. Not that I keh zua...but...I was just following instructions. Somehow the person who instructed me forgot about his own instructions I guess. Isn't it SOP to camo for outfield? Well...it turned out later that OC got one times gaolat gaolat because some vehicles were camo-ed while others not.
Well, on Wednesday, I felt like giving up the fight. It was plain cock. The higher HQ's instructions were screwed, the planning was screwed, the moveout itself was delayed by 1 hr 45 mins due to kelvin-knows-what reasons, the movement and fight was just...FUBAR. I don't know why... Maybe the SM-1 is slow by deafault. Maybe the SM-1s in our company cannot run fast...or maybe the tank PC don't like to chiong. Its a snowball effect. Imagine the first vehicle moving at some 20-30kmph? and the rest of the vehicles don't really open up their distance, and your are the last of 15 vehicles. Gosh. I guess the "aggressive movement" turned out to be some 15 kmph NDP rehearsal. And 2ic wanted us to practice gun-salute outfield...??????
I looked at the way 46 fought their ftx. And I saw the way we fight. Well, I doubt I should even call it a fight. Or maybe its just this outfield? Because in the previous exercises our battles were fought with great enthusiasm and bam bam booms. Haiz...when I went up to T32 alone, I was thinking....haiz...I don't care no more....if this is the way we gonna fight, I rather not.41 Bn Hq is...FUBAR. I guess I should call it..Ex Patience. We spent so much fucking time waiting for Kelvin-knows-what.
Well, thursday morning was Delay. Haiz...had I known that the 31 and 33 elements were happily sleeping, I should have joined in. I was actually desperately trying to keep myself awake from the TTR time. Try try try...haizx...for what man, in the end still kanna scolded also. Haiz.....I sleep also sleep standing at the cupola...wah....still got scolded for being bo ka lan. At least OC recognises the effort there.
So I fianally get to sleep until 1130 this morning. Actually, I woke up for a moment at 830 when an unknown alarm clock went off. I wonder which cockster set the alarm clock. For Fish??? Setting an alarm clock to wake me up???
And worst...after I managed to dash the alarm clock away, some maggots..well..actually they are damn damn smart maggots from NUS high school woke me up. Those maggots talked loudly, shouted, talked some rubbish about me, knock on my door for no reasons, opened my bedroom door and peeped in. Question here: For Fish?? Oi!! You smart KIDS, you know whats discipline, manners and respect!? Maggots
Spent the bulk of the day slacking around at home. Watched we don't live here anymore(finally) which is about modern day adultery and the crude realities of post marriage life. Was watching the vcd when rain tried talking to me on msn. When I realised it, she is gone already...haiz...hope she does not get the wrong idea that I bo ka lan her. ......how to......Spend a great deal of time planning my money management. Guess I gonna put part of my money in Unit trust and in an ocbc account already. The pay off is higher. DBS bank gives pathetic interest man.
Just got back from a nice dinner at glasshouse..yeah..fish and co is always so enjoyable...yum yum...
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